Just a dawning of a new day

Morning through his stained sheets

Someone lies in a poster

Oh he shows no repentance

Skinny boy undercover

Caught in his finer years

Slit of light shines his fingers

Takes in view his lonely mouth

A glimpse of joy

From the small things of his life

Waiting to succumb another day

A pill of bliss

A trail of sun between their harms

Standin' here for my last photograph

In the deafness of his silence

Dust moves in a empty space it's secret is safe

He heals the wounds to make they cry again

Looking the hole in the grey floor

He licks his wounds secretly

He used to lose all ambitions

Floating through the waves of past

Pictures clothes memories that hold him far away

Not a sunday comes in sorrow

Failure makes a common day

Who has no grace

Loves the small things of his life

There's no world but this one today

With tired eyes

We have passed through this night

Standin' here for our last photograph